At the garden gate
I'll be there to wait

Small birds sing out and trill the picture on the wall
Sleepy cat lies on the window sill down the hall
Slowly growing vines eclipse fence in the emerald hue
A swaying lonesome pine cloudless skies glisten blue

At the garden gate
I'll be there to wait

Vegetable patch sprouts carrots and eggplants too
The trees will squawk with parrots and sunshine too
Look to the east the lemon tree grows quite tall
Look to the west pond where the goldfish trawl

At the garden gate
I'll be there to wait

Maybe we'll stroll by quarter to two
Pick up the milk and the newspaper too

Don't be too late